The Risk (Briar U #2)(65)
My boyfriend. I leave that part out. Bringing up Eric is never a good idea. I already know for a fact it kills the mood.
“I didn’t have the best judgment in high school,” I admit. “And Dad never let me forget it. It’s one of the reasons I moved out as soon as I could.” A million more questions flash in Jake’s eyes, so I change the subject before he can ask any of them. “Gloucester is a fishing town, isn’t it?”
“Yup.”
“Does your family own a boat?”
“My granddad does.” Jake carelessly plays with my hair. It seems a part of him always needs to be in motion, whether it’s toying with the ends of my hair, or stroking my knee with his knuckles. “My dad works in construction, but Pops worked on a boat his entire life. I work with him in the summers, actually.”
“Really? Doing what?”
“Clam diving.”
“Come on, Jake. Gross.”
“I’m serious!” He grins. “I dive for clams in the summer. Pops and I are a two-man dive operation. Clamming is a lucrative business, actually. I make enough money in one summer to pay my expenses for the whole year.”
My lips twitch wildly as I attempt not to laugh. “You’re a clam diver.”
“Yup.” He drags his tongue over his bottom lip in a lewd manner. “Turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know what it does to me, but I’m pretty sure turned on is not what I’m feeling right now.”
“Mmm-hmmm. Sure.”
“Do you get along with your granddad?”
“Oh yeah, he’s a tough old fucker. Love that guy.”
“And your dad?”
“Also a tough fucker. We get along, for the most part.” Jake’s hand snakes underneath my shirt again. “Anyway, how about we don’t talk about our parents anymore?”
His fingers are no longer cold. Now they’re warm and dry and feel like heaven skimming over my bare skin.
“Wanna make out?” He lifts a brow.
“Maybe.” My heart beats faster as I dip my head to kiss him. The moment we make contact, ribbons of heat uncurl inside me.
To me, a kiss is the most intimate act there is. More intimate than oral sex and penetration. Sure, it’s the simple act of mouths touching, tongues dancing. But a kiss, at its very core, is an emotional experience. Or at least it is for me. Anyone can give me an orgasm, but not everyone can touch my soul. One kiss can make me fall in love with someone. I know it, because it happened once before. And that’s why kissing scares me sometimes.
“I fucking love kissing you,” Jake whispers, and I wonder if he somehow read my mind.
His lips are hot against mine as he gently nudges me backward. I part my legs and he nestles his powerful body in the cradle of my thighs, kissing me over and over and over again.
Arousal builds in my belly. Throbs in my clit. I tear my mouth away and meet his lust-glazed eyes. “I didn’t get to play last time,” I tell him. “You got to have all the fun.”
His answering smile is smug. “You’re the only one who came. I’m pretty sure that means you had all the fun.”
“But I didn’t get to torture you.” I rise on one elbow and give his chest a firm shove, forcing him onto his back. Once he’s at my mercy, I inch up the hem of his T-shirt to expose the hard ridges of his abdomen.
My heart races as I stare down at him. His muscles are perfectly defined, and he’s got that drool-worthy man “V” that disappears into his waistband. I bring my lips to the center of his chest, and a shudder rolls through his broad frame. He tastes like citrusy soap and a hint of salt. It’s delicious. I lick my way up his chest, pulling his shirt up as I go, revealing more and more skin. I reach a nipple and give it a soft bite.
Jake groans.
“Quiet,” I whisper before flicking my tongue over the flat brown disc.
“Sorry. I forgot.”
I tease his other nipple, then kiss my way to the strong column of his throat. The material of his shirt is bunched up there, but I don’t remove the shirt because I’m still entirely aware that my dad is downstairs watching TV. I nuzzle his neck, my fingers stroking the stubble dotting his jaw.
He makes a husky sound of approval. I brush my lips over his, but the contact is fleeting. I’m busy admiring his gorgeous face.
Jake’s eyes flutter open. A dark, bottomless green. “You’re not kissing me anymore,” he mumbles. “Why aren’t you kissing me anymore?”
“Because I want to do something else. But I need you to remember to be quiet. Are you going to be quiet for me?”
His tongue darts out to moisten his top lip, then quickly swipes over the bottom one. “I’ll try.”
I undo his zipper.
Gaze burning with desire, he lifts his ass so I can ease his pants and boxers down. His thighs are rock-hard, and they don’t have much hair, only a light dusting. The perfect amount.
My mouth waters when his dick springs up. Oh, I like this.
I curl my fingers around his thick girth. He’s big and hard in my hand, the velvety heat of him bringing a rush of moisture between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together, squirming to control the ache. It’s been a while since I actually ached to have someone inside me. I give him a slow, teasing stroke, and we both choke out a curse. I want nothing more than to rip off my clothes, sink down on this hard penis, and ride him until we’re both coming.